Pulling her blanket back up, Miranda did something she hadn’t done in weeks; she slept soundly through the night. Saturday morning she woke with a ...ew feeling, a new sense of power. Miranda threw her hair in a ponytail and went for a run, something she hadn’t done in a while. The harder she pushed herself the madder she became. She struggled whether to be more upset with Lewis or herself. In the end she realized she was angrier at herself for behaving so weak. Rounding the corner of her. "We go back," Raymond said. "They got rockets. We've gotta take these Bradleys inside with us, until we need to use them again. If we leave them out, they'll hit them, eventually."Wisely, the people we'd left behind had pulled down the big metal door on the underground garage, but when they saw us approaching, a gesture from Raymond brought the door up again. We steered both Bradleys down the ramp and into the building. I tore up part of the ramp's concrete sidewall, trying to control my. "Take this slave to the Infirmary please. She is to be treated and thoroughly cleaned up. And have her delivered to my quarters at 8 o'clock, gentlemen." He watched them starting to drag the terrified girl by her arms. "For goodness sake, CARRY her!" He quickly strode off before his temper got the better of him. Stupid fools!"What the fuck's wrong with him?" One of the guards cuffed Elona's wrists behind her back while the other one fettered her ankles close together. The first guard grumbled. We’ve both lived with someone so long that this got to be a nuisance so we acted more like it was our own spouse. I went back to sleeping nude and Marvin wore boxers. I’d see him in the shower and taking a piss sometimes too. Well, last Thursday I woke up with Marvin spooning behind me. I’d never seen him with an erection but sure felt a morning woodie poking out of his boxers this time. I raised my leg, diddled myself to get wet, and slipped his pecker inside. He woke up and we had a nice.